The good news is that I am apparently hydrated, as my urine is clear.
The bad news is that I'm drinking alone.
Such is the life, mothering a teen and a tween.
Mac went to Brittany's house after school and never came home. She did call. To ask if she could stay over.
I vaguely remember Dillon coming home from practice and asking if he could take the Shagin' Wagon. I was dozing on the sofa with a migraine. I said yes. I have no idea where he is.
Tater called to say he was playing with Bushey. There is probably Scotch involved.
I dragged myself to the kitchen to scavenge for one last Imitrex.
I was unsuccessful.
I took 3 Bayer and 1 bottle of wine.
Now I don't care that my head is killing me.
2 comments:
If we talk on the phone while you drink, and I am also drinking, does it still count as drinking alone?
If you are blogging drunk....and we are reading...I'lll be drunk soon...does that mean we are drinking together? Hmm?
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